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"Then just do it," she spat, pinned beneath his shadow against silk sheets. "Fuck me, ruin me tonight—if you think you can—and let me walk away."
The room went lethal with silence.
"You think you can bargain with your body, little bird? You think offering me your throat will buy your freedom?"
"I don't make love. I don't do gentle. I fuck. And I fuck hard. If I put my hands on you without holding back, I will tear that fragile human body to pieces. You wouldn't survive ten minutes beneath me."
Serena should be dead.
Three days ago, Serena was a waitress. Then she was merchandise—chained on an auction block. Now she's the captive of the man who slaughtered her hunters and threw ten million dollars to claim her.
Zayden is the Alpha King of a species that walks in human skin—and the beast inside him, Night, has gone feral. It roars her name. It smells her desire. And it's done taking no for an answer.
"I hate what you make me feel," she whispers when his lips trace fire along her jaw.
"Then why are you trembling?" he growls against her throat, teeth grazing her pulse. "Why is every breath screaming for me to finish this?"
She thinks she's fighting for freedom. He's fighting to keep her alive—because his world's laws say she's his. That the wolf won't stop until she's marked and claimed. And if he loses control...
He'll destroy her.
But the moon is rising. The pack is circling. And the beast is done waiting.
"Look at what you do to me," he rasps, "One breath of your skin brings me to my knees."
The chains are gone. The door is locked.
She offered one night for her freedom.
He's taking forever.
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